Chapter 17: Chapter 17 She wanted to sleep
As Stephan kept deliciously thrusting into her channel, Alana’s orgasm ripped through her.
Stephan wasn’t slowing at all as she clenched around his cock. He drove into her with single-minded fury, over and over. His thighs slapped against hers, the sound driving her mad, stirring up another climax within her.
He talked to her, crazy sex talk that she could barely make meaning of in her haze.
Each word punctuated as he thrust in, in, in. "You. Make. Me. Feel. So. Good. What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me?"
What was she doing to him?
No!
She felt the right question was what he was doing to her?
And then they were both coming. So hard. He pushed into her with a long groan.
Her eyes were glued to him, and she watched his entire torso stiffen as his hips bucked against her pelvis. Then her own vision went white, clouding with the intensity of her release. His name was on her tongue, both a curse and a prayer as she surrendered to the convulsions that begged to overtake her.
God, oh, god.
It seemed ages before she recovered enough to speak, to think.
And when she came back to the presence, she found him kissing her all over.
Again?!
He held her wrist, turned it over and placed his lips and the tip of his tongue on the inside of her wrist where her blood was pumping.
He circled his tongue deliberately over her pulse, and she gasped.
With a smirk, he released her and held her face, his lips found hers once more and he explored her mouth, she was panting when he let go.
"So sweet." He said and with infinite care and a feather-light touch, he trailed his index finger between her breasts, down her stomach, to her navel.
Alana’s heart started thumping, echoing in an insane rhythm in her head.
Suddenly, he knelt down between her legs.
She grabbed his shoulders.
His hands moved around to her behind as he kissed the underside of each breasts and trailed soft, sweet kisses to her navel.
"Ah." She moaned as his tongue rimmed and dipped into her belly button.
She ran her fingers through his hair and he looked up at her and gave her a wicked grin.
With his hands on her behind, he sat back on his haunches and pulled her forward, holding her in place and ran his nose up her sex.
"Stephan." She called, half-nervous and half-excited as he held her as if she was a bowl of delicious food.
She tightened her fingers in his hair and he groaned.
"You smell good." He whispered and she gasped.
She closed her eyes, tipped her head back and moaned.
His nose stayed at the Apex of her legs.
Then he replaced his nose with his tongue.
"Oh God!" She mewled as he continued to tease her, his tongue circling around and around.
She lost herself to the sensation and reveled in the carnal delight of his touch.
Her legs began to tremble and Stephan grasped her hips, and persisted in his delicious torment.
"More...more...please." Alana found herself begging and he stood up in one fluid movement.
She clutched his hips and he kissed her again, his hands in her hair, pulling her head back and he opened up for her relishing his tongue, he tasted different, salty, slick and she realized it was her taste mixed with his, the taste of her pussy.
It got Alana more aroused.
His mouth on hers, his hand skimmed down her body, his thumb brushing over her nipple, tracing the line of her waist, then down to the junction of her thighs.
His fingers teased her pussy and he slipped a finger inside her.
Quivering and driven by instinct, she pressed her hips toward him, trying to find relief against his hand.
"Yes." He hissed with obvious pleasure as he circled his finger inside her, pushing in and out.
When she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
She was breathing hard and fast.
He kissed her again and put his hands around her waist.
"Hold on."He whispered, and he lifted her. "Wrap your legs and arms around me."
She did as he asked, surprised once more by his own agility while he put his hands under her behind, he carried her up from the floor and he began to walk, heading up the stairs.
As he got to the landing, it was as if he couldn’t wait anymore. He swiftly turning, leaning her back against the wall.
Stephan was panting, he kissed her and eased his hips forward and slowly sunk into her.
Alana moaned loudly and winced as he stretched and filled her again.
He was so big.
She was still not used to it.
He stopped. "Too much?" He asked and she could hear his concern. "Tell me." His voice was urgent. "If you don’t like this position, you can tell me."
She flexed her thighs.
What she really wanted to say was that it was enough for one night and she didn’t want to end up in the hospital again.
But the feeling of having his fat cock pressed against her walls in a mindlessly tantalizing way made her forget herself again.
She laid her forehead against his.
"More..."
Stephan groaned and he began to move, flexing his hips.
Slow at first but as she gasped and moaned, he increased his rhythm.
She tightened her hold around his neck as he picked up speed.
The feeling was so intense as the sensation spiraled through her body.
Oh No!
This was too much...too overwhelming.
She couldn’t feel her legs.
She tugged her nails into his shoulders.
"Steph...Stephan..." Alana whimpered. "I can’t...wait"
Immediately, he stopped moving, his breathing ragged.
He kissed her and took a deep breath and without breaking the intimate contact, he turned and ascended the rest of the stairs.
Each step he took, made his dick also move inside of her.
It left her needing more friction.
He slowly laid her down on the bed and his dick slipped out of her.
He hovered above her.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked.
He looked fierce, but it seemed he was still trying to find the common sense to make this feel good for her as well.
Reaching up, she caressed his cheek.
"Can you keep going please... I want to feel you again." She requested, biting her lips.
By tomorrow, Alana was sure she wouldn’t be able to believe this was her, saying such things.
Stephan nodded and slowly slid into her, filling her up so deliciously.
"Ohh." She moaned.
He began to move again.
Slowly at first, but increasing his speed.
This was easier, not quite as deep, and before she was aware of it, her body was no longer her own but moving to Stephan’s rhythm, matching his pace as he moved back and forth into her again and again.
She was lost in him...with him.
She stiffened and stiffened.
"Come for me, Alana." He urged and pushed once more and suddenly, he stilled and groaned loudly.
She cried out as she exploded around him, once, twice, again...spiraling out of control beneath his tensed body.
When she opened her eyes, his forehead was against hers, his eyes screwed shut.
"Oh, what is this?" He breathed.
She was unsure about what he was asking.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and she stroked his cheek as they gazed at each other.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes." She replied.
His pupils were dilated.
Oh, she knew that look.
No.
She was already feeling so tired.
He bent and kissed her lips, her eyelids, her cheeks, her jaw, all the while he was still inside her.
And, gradually, she felt him hardening again.
Jeez, was this normal?!
She wanted to sleep!
Why wasn’t he satisfied yet?!
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